Hearing this news,

Zhou Huai's heart sank along with it.

Mo Yu.

That girl who was in the same pathetic situation as him, and whose condition was even worse than his.

She was his mother's most trusted maid during her lifetime.

When he first saw her in Moli's apartment back then,

she was paralyzed all over, and only her head could move.

Zhou Huai had always thought that it was some kind of vicious curse.

Until he learned the truth from Luo Ming's mouth.

That was not a curse at all.

That was the binding force.

It was the final shackle maintaining the connection between the souls and bodies of "living corpses" like them.

Now, Moli said that her older sister was about to die.

That meant the binding force on Mo Yu had already begun to dissipate.

Her soul was also scattering.

Just like himself.

"Master!"

Moli knelt on the ground, gripping Moria's hem tightly as if grabbing onto the last straw of life.

"I beg you, save my sister!"

"You must have a way, right?"

"You are omnipotent!"

Her voice carried a heavy crying tone and entreaty.

In Moli's heart, this master who had saved her from Hell was a god.

An omnipotent god.

But she did not know that this "god" she believed in

was likewise shrouded by the shadow of death.

Zhou Huai manipulated Moria and slowly squatted down.

He stretched out those pale, slender hands and gently helped Moli up.

"Don't cry."

Moria's voice carried a calm yet gentle tone.

"Take me over to take a look."

Inside the villa specially arranged by Moli for her sister,

several servants responsible for taking care of Mo Yu were anxiously waiting in the living room.

Seeing Moli bring in a silver-haired Young Master, they hurriedly bowed in salute, not daring to even draw a large breath.

Moli could no longer care about any etiquette at this moment; she pulled Moria and stumbled upstairs into the second-floor bedroom.

The room was spacious and bright, furnished warmly and elegantly.

Mo Yu lay quietly on the bed, her eyes tightly closed.

Her face, which originally lacked color, was now even paler than a sheet of thin paper.

If not for a trace of weak rise and fall on her chest, she was almost no different from a dead person.

"Sister!"

Moli pounced to the bedside, grasping Mo Yu's ice-cold hand as her tears broke through the dam once again.

"Sister, wake up! Look at me! Master has come to see you!"

She called out over and over again, but Mo Yu on the bed gave no response whatsoever.

Zhou Huai manipulated Moria, standing quietly by the bedside and gazing at the weak-breathing girl.

A question quietly surfaced in his mind.

Mo Yu was merely a maid of his mother.

A servant.

In that tragic event five years ago, why was she resurrected?

What was the significance of that uncle he had never met, Mr. Duan, resurrecting her?

Simply because she was his mother's confidante?

Zhou Huai did not believe it.

In the hearts of those high-and-mighty figures, there was no such thing as emotion at all.

There were only cold interests.

A thought, like lightning, cut through the fog in Zhou Huai's mind.

Test subject!

Zhou Huai began to boldly speculate.

Back then, after Mr. Duan and the others mastered the method of using confinement arts to bind souls, they were not sure if this method was truly effective,

and whether it would succeed.

What kind of sequelae would be left after resurrection?

Everything was an unknown.

Therefore, they needed a test subject.

A trivial test subject whose death wouldn't be a pity.

And Mo Yu became the most perfect "lab mouse".

The experiment succeeded.

Mo Yu came back to life.

But the result was not ideal.

She was paralyzed all over, becoming a living corpse who could only speak.

This was clearly not the result Mr. Duan wanted.

Thus, after making certain improvements to the confinement art, they conducted a second experiment.

And the subject of the second experiment was very likely Zhou Huai himself.

The result was still imperfect.

Although he was in a slightly better condition than Mo Yu, he was still a hemiplegic cripple.

After two consecutive experiments,

they absorbed all the experience.

The third time, they succeeded.

His mother was perfectly resurrected and taken away by Mr. Duan.

As for himself and Mo Yu, the two failed test subjects, they were ruthlessly abandoned.

Thinking of this, an indescribable chill surged in Zhou Huai's heart.

Perhaps, in the eyes of that so-called uncle, he, the biological nephew, was no different from a servant,

and were nothing more than test subjects.

Looking at the unconscious girl on the bed, for the first time, a genuine sense of mutual sympathy arose in his heart.

He turned his head to look at a trembling middle-aged maid nearby, his voice calm.

"When did she start falling unconscious?"

That maid was so frightened by Moria's silver pupils that her whole body trembled, and she hurriedly bowed to reply.

"Re—Reporting to Your Excellency."

"Young Miss Mo Yu has been unconscious for a day and a night."

She paused, a hint of confusion in her voice.

"Come to think of it, a while ago, Young Miss Mo Yu's body was clearly recovering very well."

"One day, she was even able to sit up from the bed by herself."

"She was so happy back then, and even said she would wait for Young Miss Moli to come back and give her a big surprise."

What?!

Zhou Huai's pupils shrank abruptly.

Able to sit up by herself?

The maid did not notice Moria's abnormality and continued speaking.

"Bu... But ever since that day, Young Miss Mo Yu became extremely drowsy, sleeping fifteen or sixteen hours a day."

"The time she stayed awake also became shorter and shorter."

"We felt something was wrong and wanted to tell Young Miss Moli about this."

"But Young Miss Mo Yu stopped us, saying that Young Miss Moli was usually too busy and she didn't want to distract her."

"Until yesterday, she fell into a deep sleep completely, and no matter how we called, we couldn't wake her up. That's why... that's why we hurriedly contacted Young Miss Moli."

"Wa——!"

Hearing the maid's words, Moli could no longer control her emotions; she pounced onto her sister's body and cried heart-rendingly.

"Sister! Why are you so foolish!"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

Zhou Huai, however, ignored Moli's crying and shouting.

He was rapidly analyzing in his mind.

Therefore,

the omen of the binding force loosening was very likely that the paralyzed body was beginning to regain sensation!

This also meant...

His own doom was approaching...

Looking at the girl on the bed, Zhou Huai's expression was complex.

As if seeing his own future.

He manipulated Moria, flipping his wrist.

A crystal-clear crystal bottle appeared in his palm.

Inside the bottle, liquid as brilliant as melted starlight was contained.

holy light spiritual water!

This was the last bottle that Ye Xi had exchanged for as a reward from the Jiangning City military department back then.

Unfortunately, Zhou Huai's main body had already taken two bottles and developed a resistance, so this third bottle was already ineffective for him.

Therefore, he had always treasured it.

He didn't expect it to come in handy today.

Perhaps it could help Mo Yu stall for a while.

The reason he chose to help Mo Yu,

on one hand, was out of sympathy for Mo Yu.

On the other hand, Mr. Duan's "experiment" also gave him a reminder.

Pendulum of Life.

That ancient Divine Artifact that could reverse life and death.

Even if he could truly obtain it in the future,

who could guarantee that it would definitely be effective on him?

Would there be any unknown side effects?

Everything was unknown.

Therefore, he likewise needed a test subject.

A test subject whose situation was completely identical to his own.

And Mo Yu right before him was undoubtedly the best candidate.

As long as the Pendulum of Life could successfully resurrect her, then he could also use it without any scruples.

Before that, he must absolutely not let Mo Yu die just like that.